Paisano Poets
Ashley Ridoutt, Contributing Writer
September 8, 2020
As a former, attention-seeking, young girl, I learned that intelligence induces a gold star, Impressive physical feats are followed with an ice cream swirl, And helping others prompted a prize from the cookie jar. However, I optimistically predicted that it would all end in a standing ...
Paisano Poets
Leslie Hicks, UTSA History Professor and Paisano Alumna
April 23, 2020
SAN ANTONIO Dear Dad – Thank you for teaching us how to live through Coronavirus / COVID-19 in 2020. You did not know in the 1970s that you were instructing us, oblivious Baby Boomers that we were. Some examples: You made us re-use plastic wrap and foil, delicately rinsing the uncooperative...
Paisano Poets
Ana Cecilia Martinez, Copy Editing Coordinator
February 19, 2020
shared color of blood They never forget to ask about the nationality of our grandparents. No importa si son negros, morenos o blancos. Our blood and roots do not change our humanity. Nuestra sangre pesa mas de lo que pensamos — until they remember to ask about the nationality of our grandparents, as...
Paisano Poets
Joseph Torres, Managing Editor
February 19, 2020
I’m done writing this I’m going to be fine I’m a millennial I’m outgoing with friends I’m shy in crowds I’m careful I’m careless I’m destructive at times I’m productive at times I’m not lonely I’m alone I’m searching for the answer to a question I’m afraid of my...
Some thoughts on suffering
Forrest Wilkinson
October 9, 2019
Suffering: it is a natural part of life, interwoven into life’s fabric. It is unescapable, and yet how we perceive, act, speak and become in the wake of suffering is what defines us most. There is no escaping the darkness or the light, they are as much a part of us as the genetic code we are born with....
All of this when I wanted to keep white roses in your eyes
Josh Levario
October 26, 2018
You always wanted me to fall in line like a soldier does and keep my mouth clean but I was always saloon mouthed and frequently kicked out with bourbon on my tongue. when I would return home all hollowed out I would lay down on lamps to see myself spread thin on the walls. I...
Black History Month: Week One
Kimiya Factory
February 7, 2018
I am here to change the narrative of a culture. To feed the cultural soul of the eyes that race along this black history column. Welcome to our story. the person with skin kissed by brown descent. a silent stroke among others on a canvas embodying minority, who always have to prove ou...
